Saturday, 18 April 2015

National Poetry Month Day 18: Languishing in London #NaPoWriMo

I'm going international again, on this Day 18 of National Poetry Month...




Languishing in London

Pitter-patter comes the rain
across the river Thames
The double-decker honks its horn

To the pub and back again
Sometimes I want to scream
Pitter-patter comes the rain

Never much, on the telly
I wish that I could soar
across the river Thames

My grey skies, my grey life
I step out into the street
The double-decker honks its horn


© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved 

Friday, 17 April 2015

National Poetry Month Day 17: No Preconceptions #NaPoWriMo

Some introspection today, on this Day 17 of National Poetry Month.




No Preconceptions

My dollies rarely dined at tea
they played castaways lost at sea
While I dreamed
of bulletproof bracelets
and a Dark Knight’s cape

I loved dancing ballerinas
and the wild, wild west,
sci-fi, spies, and mysteries,
but superheroes the best

Girls aren't cookie cutter
women aren't toys
We have hopes and sorrow
ideas and joys

Our power comes
from a single place
the human heart,
maybe edged in lace


© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved 


Thursday, 16 April 2015

National Poetry Month Day 16: Last Chance #NaPoWriMo

I'm back on the dark side today with the poem for National Poetry Month, Day 16...




Last Chance

The thrash of angel wings grows near
Can you hear, can you hear?
Your coursing heart, the beat yet strums
But death it comes, your death it comes

The angels beckon, they gather high
Still you lie, still you lie
Your final chance, will you confess?
Or shall my knife be your last caress?


© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved 





Wednesday, 15 April 2015

National Poetry Month Day 15: The Last Train #NaPoWriMo

The lonely whistle is blowing for this National Poetry Month, Day 15 poem...





The Last Train

The train whistle sounds
sounds its haunting echo across
across the station and time
time to leave behind your loss

Standing on the platform, knowing
knowing your unseen baggage—pain
pain that travels the journey with you
You still board the last, outgoing train


© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved 


Tuesday, 14 April 2015

National Poetry Month Day 14: Reciting by Moonlight #NaPoWriMo

It's off to Paris for today's poem, on this Day 14 of National Poetry Month:




Reciting by Moonlight

Quietly sitting in a Parisian café
beneath the night of a silver moon
not far from the Champs-Élysées

A peaceful, tranquil end of day
under starlit shafts from la Lune
quietly sitting in a Parisian café

Strains of Tennyson drift my way
as I stir espresso with a spoon
not far from the Champs-Élysées

Strong words, the voice holds sway
the impromptu recital, such a boon
quietly sitting in a Parisian café

I close my eyes, all cares away
in poetry immersed, ears attune
not far from the Champs-Élysées

A perfect night, coffee, a beignet
But alas this will end, far too soon
Quietly sitting in a Parisian café
not far from the Champs-Élysées


© A. F. Stewart 2015 All Rights Reserved